An odd to a man from a woman.

 

Why must I like to entertain you?

Why must I long for your presence?

How’s that we speak nonsense with a sense?

Is it love? Mixed with sex? Be it.

 

I don’t want to betray it though it is.

Let us meet and talk to leak our thirst.

You must know a woman swims in knee deep.

Much is at stake; don’t push her to hip deep.

 

I love you; yes, I do, sexually.

Let it blossom like jasmine, not fruiting.

Dignity at stake, passion suffers.

Lust must live, not to suffocate.

 

Don’t put me to test, instead ease me out.

Let us be outwardly friends to sustain love

Do love me in fantasy as I do.

Take my heart and spare my flesh, my dear!

03.6.2005